Cheat

by PiggyPie   Mar 9, 2013


It was clearly a race.
The raindrop on the window against the teardrop on my face.
My thoughts sped faster than our moving car.
The raindrop accelerated towards the finish line - it had help, you know?
Suddenly then, the window fogged up, and the raindrop disappeared.
My teardrop still raced on, alone, all alone.

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